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[ Wander into Printemps Boutique in March, and you might find Simran working the shop! She's able to provide a unique service: you assemble the idea of an outfit first, try it on in her psychic mirage, swap pieces out as needed, and walk out with a complete fit. It appears to be a remarkable success! She's swamped with requests, and business is booming. Catch her before or after a shift, or perhaps during one, as she offers you an eager smile.]
So! What typa fit you lookin' for?
So! What typa fit you lookin' for?
Edited 2026-03-08 02:21 (UTC)
[ Simran is a daily sight at the docks from the day the Herbstreich ship gets into town to the day it leaves. She asks anyone and everyone from the country anything she can politely get away with—where they're from, how often they travel, how long the voyage takes, what they think of Rosavelle, who's in charge of their country, and so on. Of course, politeness where merchants are concerned means buying their stuff, so you might catch her with any of the following:
a single pack of sausages, which she frowns at in consideration.
a magical belt emblazoned with the symbol of a wolf. On putting it on, she may frown, as if expecting something, and then raise a hand to her head, feeling about for wolf ears.
an amber hair ornament, which grants her a fetching set of fiery highlights when worn.
a magically-enchanted pipe, which she experiments with casually. It has a very slight luring effect—not enough to divert people from their bath, but a few drift closer to her.
a large wheel of cheese, which she struggles to transport one-handed alongside her cane.
a book of Herbstreich fairy tales, which she brings to life in psychic mirage as she pages through it while sitting in a dockside cafe.
On the final day, she's conspired with the kitchens to give as many of the traders as she can some local sweets as a gift! She waves them off with a fond smile, and is only a little sad to see them go. ]
On the final day, she's conspired with the kitchens to give as many of the traders as she can some local sweets as a gift! She waves them off with a fond smile, and is only a little sad to see them go. ]
[ Wander into the Courier's Loft for to help out today, and you may observe something that looks like magic: the pigeons are guided to and fro by streams of light. When the birds land, they seem to fall asleep quickly. On a chair, Simran sits, occasionally guiding birds in front of her to feed them before another stream of light directs them to a perch. She smiles at you when you come in. ]
Hey! I, uh, could use some help with actually tying and untying the messages? My fingers are starting to hurt.
[They do look a little raw. ]
Hey! I, uh, could use some help with actually tying and untying the messages? My fingers are starting to hurt.
[They do look a little raw. ]
O-Oh! Um... I-I'm just looking! I've never really had a chance to shop for stuff like this until now, so...
[ Everything looks so cute... cuter than any dress she's ever worn...! Not that she's ever worn anything nearly as bright and pastel, so it's not a high bar to clear. ]
[ Everything looks so cute... cuter than any dress she's ever worn...! Not that she's ever worn anything nearly as bright and pastel, so it's not a high bar to clear. ]
[em does think the spectacle is pretty magical, and finding out the source of it all is simran is one of the less surprising things that could've happened to her. she ambles up casually (roguishly, even) and waves.]
Hey, Simran! I got you. [she sits down in a chair next to her friend and tries her best to slot herself into the routine that simran's established. her fingers are deft, and she's never really complained of pain in them, so she's a quick study on helping out. she has been since she got here, really. it's kind of astounding to her.]
So. Have I missed anything exciting with you since the last time we talked? 'Cause I somehow ended up neck-deep in a rivalry.
Hey, Simran! I got you. [she sits down in a chair next to her friend and tries her best to slot herself into the routine that simran's established. her fingers are deft, and she's never really complained of pain in them, so she's a quick study on helping out. she has been since she got here, really. it's kind of astounding to her.]
So. Have I missed anything exciting with you since the last time we talked? 'Cause I somehow ended up neck-deep in a rivalry.
—I can't think of anything even halfway as interesting as a rivalry, holy fuck. Tell me more immediately.
[ Aw, she's cute! ]
Well, what type of vibe do you like to give off? Sweet? Confident? Quiet?
Well, what type of vibe do you like to give off? Sweet? Confident? Quiet?
It's supposed to give me wolf ears, but I think I mighta been scammed...
[em laughs. gods it feels good to be interesting.]
Maybe it's more of a competition? But I like the idea of calling Haruhi my rival, so we'll go with that. I told her that I could kick her ass at Meramancy and now she wants to see which one of us is better at it in a month. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna win.
Maybe it's more of a competition? But I like the idea of calling Haruhi my rival, so we'll go with that. I told her that I could kick her ass at Meramancy and now she wants to see which one of us is better at it in a month. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna win.
[ Simran has likely noticed Uther also hanging around chatting up folks from Herbstreich--a man of his considerable size is hard to miss. When he sees her struggling with the cheese, he huffs, and soon moves to bar her path. ]
Let me carry that.
Let me carry that.
[ What's that spinning the chair across from Simran around, placing a Sack full of mysterious contents on the ground next to the chair, and settling in backwards with her arms across the backrest? ]
Puttin' on a show, Simran?
[ Gold Ship. Gold Ship in her "Rosavelle" attire, the hat tilted at a rakish angle. She waves her hand at the psychic manifestations, revealing her glove to be slightly, uh... singed. In fact she smells distinctly of gunpowder and Fire.
Don't worry about it. ]
Puttin' on a show, Simran?
[ Gold Ship. Gold Ship in her "Rosavelle" attire, the hat tilted at a rakish angle. She waves her hand at the psychic manifestations, revealing her glove to be slightly, uh... singed. In fact she smells distinctly of gunpowder and Fire.
Don't worry about it. ]
Oh my god, dude, please. [ She happily lets him take the cheese wheel, which is more large than it is heavy. ] I truly, like—I mean, I knew buying stuff was gonna be the price of chatter for traders, but I don't even know what I'm gonna do with this yet. You know anybody who's on the hunt for like, foreign dairy?
I don't think they had any others? It's supposed to be based on some old legend about a werewolf, like, some guy turned into a wolf and then he like. ~Kiiiiilled~ people. This is supposed to have happened like a hundred years ago? [ A sigh. ] I just wanted to hear about foreign countries...
You're cute when you're fired up. You getting a prize when you take first? 'Cause I could offer one if you need motivation.
[ ...it's kind of scary how easy Emerald is to flirt with, Simran thinks. Should she be worried? ]
[ ...it's kind of scary how easy Emerald is to flirt with, Simran thinks. Should she be worried? ]
Sorta! The kids at the atelier are a big fan of my work, and I keep hearing that they're asking for me back...I don't think I can keep up with how often they want me, but maybe I'll show up once every couple weeks with a new story.
[ Simran frowns at the sack. Tragically, she used to get paid to Worry About It, and some habits die hard.] What do you got there?
[ Simran frowns at the sack. Tragically, she used to get paid to Worry About It, and some habits die hard.] What do you got there?
Huh? What vibe? U-Um...
[ She can't help but fidget a bit. ]
I guess... sweet? I just don't really know where to start... everything's so bright and frilly, I'm worried I might overdo it and look ridiculous, y'know?
[ She can't help but fidget a bit. ]
I guess... sweet? I just don't really know where to start... everything's so bright and frilly, I'm worried I might overdo it and look ridiculous, y'know?
[it's starting to feel like emerald is the one who needs to be worried with how quick simran is on the draw with this stuff. if she's taken off guard and there's a glancing blow to her roguish armor at being called cute, no there isn't, obviously.]
The loser does the winner "a favor", whatever that ends up meaning. It's not much motivation on its own, you know? With her being vague about it and everything. If you had a more definite motivator in mind, I might end up needing it after all.
The loser does the winner "a favor", whatever that ends up meaning. It's not much motivation on its own, you know? With her being vague about it and everything. If you had a more definite motivator in mind, I might end up needing it after all.
I guess? I think people just like having weird stuff. I mean. [ She frowns at it. ] Like, it did work on me. I wanted to have a weird wolf belt that a guy killed people with, just to be able to have a wild story to tell.
[ As her mouth forms words, it's easy to catch a glimpse of her teeth. And...
...are her canines a bit sharper?
No, probably not.
...unless? ]
[ As her mouth forms words, it's easy to catch a glimpse of her teeth. And...
...are her canines a bit sharper?
No, probably not.
...unless? ]
[ Simran leans in, like she's about to press another kiss to Emerald's lips...
...and kisses her cheek instead, right at the corner of her mouth. Then, she winks. ]
More if you take the crown, babe.
...and kisses her cheek instead, right at the corner of her mouth. Then, she winks. ]
More if you take the crown, babe.
I guess...
... If you want wolf ears, can't you just. Make yourself have them? Or are you making yourself, not have those ears right now?
[She sounds a little hesitant about asking. Because, well. She does not understand psychic powers. Sorry Simran, her brain is smooth.]
... If you want wolf ears, can't you just. Make yourself have them? Or are you making yourself, not have those ears right now?
[She sounds a little hesitant about asking. Because, well. She does not understand psychic powers. Sorry Simran, her brain is smooth.]
[simran is good at this. emerald's stunned into silence for a moment, then feels something invigorating her despite the shock on her face.]
I was always gonna. But now I feel like I should probably find a teacher or something. [she touches simran's arm gently, trying to subtly confirm that this is all actually real right now.] Anyone could win if they use what we have. It wouldn't be as fun if I don't do it on her terms.
I was always gonna. But now I feel like I should probably find a teacher or something. [she touches simran's arm gently, trying to subtly confirm that this is all actually real right now.] Anyone could win if they use what we have. It wouldn't be as fun if I don't do it on her terms.
Hmm. If nothing else, I'm sure the castle kitchens could make use of it. But I expect there are many restaurants that would pay handsomely to take this off your hands.
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